Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His hair is white and very short. His face is full, his cheeks are rosy, and he always seems to sport a perfect smile and a twinkle in his amber eyes.

Personality: He snorts whenever he laughs or is feeling confident. He has a small toy that he constantly fidgets with.

History: He was always a brilliant, if unscrupulous mind. While he appears to be a normal Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. Recently a tribe of brigands attacked the village and all able bodies who could hold a blade were quickly armed and sent to the walls. Nim fought at the side of some of the regions greatest heroes but was never overshadowed.

Motivation: Wants to work out more often.

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic, Logical. Flaws: Addict, Insane. Bonds: Attractive. Occupation: Painter

Voice: Australian accent

Possessions: 1800 gp. Amber (150 gp). Golden pearl (150 gp). Violet garnet (1600 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (5 gp). Rhodochrosite (5 gp). Smoky quartz (30 gp).

Description: The man speaks with an almost imperceptible accent. He seems to always be the slightest bit damp as if he got out from a pool a few moments ago. He wears a custom-built plate barding that's adorned with grey lining and desert motifs. He has no hair. His eyes are blue and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 49. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. The war was a terrible time for him, and Aramil does not often speak of it. When he does, he does so with a strained expression and tears in his eyes.

History: Trained by his father for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. Aramil was born on a far northern island where he grew up under the tutelage of his father, an expert Stylist. He was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.

Motivation: He feels kind of lost in life.

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Depressed. Bonds: Immigrant, Military. Occupation: Stylist

Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences

Possessions: 4000 gp. Malachite (16 gp). Emerald (1200 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (16 gp). Obsidian (16 gp). Onyx (50 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (16 gp). Black pearl (1200 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: This man stands a little under 4'8" and is a bit bulky. He is very muscular particularly in the legs. He wears suspenders and grey workpants. His shirt is black, and he wears a heavy grey leather apron most of the time. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Confrontational and typically high on some drug or another. He has a hair trigger and will fly into rage over the tiniest perceived slights.

History: Born in the north his family was never financially stable. A gifted student he started as a Adventurer, but he got bored and became a Architect. He has worked as a Architect like his father before him.

Motivation: To be a Adventurer again.

Flaws: Addict, Antagonistic. Bonds: Poor, Job. Occupation: Architect

Voice: American accent

Possessions: 11000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: A well shaped man just over fifty, he wears a tattered pair of loose blue pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. He wears a colorful flower in his chestnut hair. He wears round tiny glasses practically rammed into his face.

Personality: Friendly and accommodating he would invite many more into his home than his spouse would be comfortable with if they did not express concern about it. He is a great chef.

History: He was born to a criminal king-pin and mafia family Thamior was a troubled youth. He spent his days as a hard laborer instead of attending school, and spent his evenings with numerous mobsters and gang members. Thamior decided he wanted neither the life of his mother nor that of the evil petty criminals he associated with. During his early adolescence, he took a sudden opportunity while working the docks and commandeered a vessel that was left unmanned. He would ruin relationships and cause injury. He was reprimanded several times before being given his current form and forced to learn humility.

Motivation: He has decided he is irredeemable.

Ideals: Philantrophist, Gifted. Bonds: Poor, Attractive, Criminal record. Occupation: Gardener

Voice: Squeaky

Possessions: 4000 sp. Black pearl (500 gp). Red garnet (120 gp). Black pearl (500 gp). Alexandrite (500 gp).

Description: He stands about 5'1" and wears a robe, a symbol of the sun god around his neck, and a bastard sword on his belt. His left hand appears badly burned and disfigured. He has styled his chestnut hair well, parting it to the left. This gray eyed northerner is not easily forgotten.

Personality: He is witty, but his monotone delivery comes off as unnerving He plays an instrument quite well.

History: He was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He has never given up on his poetry dream.

Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and money/treasure

Ideals: Fighting, Joker, Artistic. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Farmer

Voice: Mousy voice

Possessions: 1500 gp. A small bag of saffron. (50 gp). A small bag of saffron. (50 gp). Silver comb with moonstones (900 gp).